The stranger and I
The beige drapery
marks the edge of the path I walk
it is a heavy wall.
It shakes at my touch,
and I can listen to the sounds
that I may never see.
No one can see me,
If the curtain were lifted
you would not find me.
For the person there
would not be the me that you know
but the me you never knew.
Her eyes would be wide,
and she would be ever so frail,
and ever so fearful.
For even a single shot
could extinguish her dim light,
and leave me empty.